“ If,” said Psmith, “you were anywhere within the radius of a dozen yards while I was chatting with the recent deaf adder, I think it is possible that you did.”
“ Good for the crops,” said the young man. “Come over here where we can talk quietly.”
“ So you’re R. Psmith?” said the young man, when they had made their way to a remote corner of the lobby, apart from the throng.
“ The same.”
“ I say, dash it, you’re frightfully late, you know. I told you to be here at twelve sharp. It’s nearly twelve past.”
“ You wrong me,” said Psmith. “I arrived here precisely at twelve. Since when, I have been standing like Patience on a monument. . . .”
“ Like what?”
“ Let it go,” said Psmith. “It is not important.”
“ I asked you to wear a pink chrysanthemum. So I could recognise y
